Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5003

Chapter 5003: Infection I

In THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.

In THE Primordial Archive.

The central area of this ancient repository held knowledge accumulated since before THE Infinite Unfurling, Grimoires and texts and crystallized memories stacked in configurations that would have taken normal beings eons to navigate.

THE Great Usurper stood in this space with his manifestation positioned beside Noah, both of them facing a massive crack in reality that looked like an obsidian portal stretching toward depths that seemed to breathe with cold authority.

This crack led to Jotunheim.

Nearby, THE Infiniverse and RUINATION were flipping through Grimoires and other works within this Archive with speed that spoke of urgent purpose. Their forms blazed with concentration as they searched for something specific, pages turning faster than perception could track. Eckert did not know exactly what they sought, but he understood that Osmont’s people were always working toward goals that served overall existence. Eh, or themselves, who knew.

Other cracks like the one before them existed in different corners of THE Primordial Archive, each one leading to different Primordial Realms.

The connections had been established long ago by beings who understood that knowledge required access to be useful, and THE Primordial Archive served as a nexus point for those who knew how to use it properly.

But their aim today was Jotunheim, that Primordial Realm now fully under THE Entity’s influence, where Chaos Giants and Jotuun Lifeforms had been unified into that horrifying collective consciousness that sought to spread across all of Observable Existence.

Eckert had paused in the last few minutes because Osmont had told him to wait.

Eckert did not mind waiting. His entire existence had been built around patience, around the slow accumulation of influence through methods so subtle that even Absolutes could not perceive them. He was THE Great Usurper, THE Idle One, and rushing had never been part of his methodology.

When Osmont opened his eyes again, Eckert could sense that something grand had changed. He... seemed different in ways Eckert could not quite identify. His external radiance appeared dimmer than before, less oppressive in its weight, and yet somehow the authority he emanated felt more profound. Like pressure that had been concentrated rather than dispersed.

Eckert could not quite put his finger on it.

He only saw Osmont turn to him with eyes holding depths they had not held during their previous interactions, and the words that emerged carried weight pressing against the Archive itself.

"Okay, we can continue."

Osmont’s voice was calm but purposeful.

"To make your entry into Jotunheim seamless, to ensure THE Primordial Mycelia has no chance of sensing you, I will keep it busy by testing out my first full attack on it."

Eckert nodded seriously at this plan. He understood his role. He was to infiltrate while Osmont provided the distraction, to spread his Idle Weavings across Jotunheim. It was a sound strategy!

In the next moment, a terrifying force erupted from Noah.

Waves of endless blue light poured into the crack leading to Jotunheim with intensity Eckert had not witnessed from him before. The blue was dense and heavy and cold. Extremely cole and regal!

Osmont nodded toward him.

"Go."

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